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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Honour and Glory with Plenty and Peace—1815

Tune—“Hail to the Chief”

SWIFT o’er the land on his fast-flowing pinions

The angel of mercy hath pass’d on the wind,

Sorrow no more shall bow down to pride’s minions,

Carnage no longer a refuge can find;

Bless’d be his happy way:

Hail! to the happy day,

When rapine and bloodshed in mercy shall cease;

Pledge high the noble toast,

Our dearest pride and boast,

Honour and glory, with plenty and peace.

Swift o’er the waves of the dark-foaming ocean,

The flag of Columbia in triumph shall ride;

Survive the attacks of the whirlwind’s commotion,

Mount high on the billows and float on the tide;

Then shall each gallant tar,

Proud of the honour’d scar,

Mount up the cordage, and sing to the breeze;

Echoing o’er the sea,

This shall their motto be,

Honour and glory, with plenty and peace.

Swift through the air, on the broad wings of eagles,

Fame has extended the blessing afar,

Thanks be to Heaven—fast chain’d are the beagles,

Broken and gone is the chariot—of war;

Raise high the grateful strain,

Farewell to thorny pain,

Welcome the joys and the blessings of ease;

On history’s page behold,

Written in flaming gold,

HONOUR AND GLORY, WITH PLENTY AND PEACE.